Treasure Me (SAFE Security 1)--A New Series by Michele Zurlo
As I was writing Re/Leased (Doms of the FBI 5) I fell in love with David and Autumn, and though their romance was settled by the end, a lot of other things were left up in the air. By the time that story finished, I knew I wanted them to have their own series. So when David went back home to Kansas City, bringing Autumn and all her baggage with him, I decided to set SAFE Security in Missouri. This first book in the new series drops December 1st!
Blurb: Relocating to Kansas City with David and working for SAFE
Security was everything Autumn thought she wanted…except that the job isn’t
what she thought it would be, and her past seems to have a stranglehold on her
emotions.
When Autumn takes a case without informing the rest of SAFE
Security, she finds herself in hot water when secret victory blows up in her
face. Her impulsive mistake almost costs their lives—and she soon finds herself
jobless. Reeling from this failure and the way it’s damaged her relationships
with David and the team, she vows to start fresh—with a new name and in a new
city. Unfortunately a local crime boss has other ideas.
In the midst of a mission, David must rush back to try to
stop Autumn from leaving—only to find that Autumn and her sister have
disappeared. Can he find them in time to save them and his relationship with
the woman he treasures?
In Treasure Me, Michele
Zurlo delivers a sexy, action-packed adventure tale full of emotional twists
and turns.
Warnings: Spanking, D/s, Dom who puts his foot in his mouth,
bratty sub, fingerpainting
Word Count: 84,600
PG Excerpt/Autumn:
Dean greeted us at the top of the private staircase that connected
the third and fourth floors. After our workout, I really wanted to take the
elevator, but Frankie did not present that as an option, and I was afraid I’d
lose any street cred I’d gained if I asked.
“Good workout?”
Frankie laughed. She had a husky, deep-throated laugh that
always sounded genuine. “Not bad. I can still kick your ass later if you want.”
By sheer willpower, I made it up the last step. “She taught
me how to get out from under someone who is sitting on my torso and choking
me.”
Dean scratched his chin, and I saw a cut I hadn’t noticed
before. “Did you know she’s trained in six different fighting disciplines? If
she ever decides to become an MMA fighter, I’m betting on her.”
“I’d run the bets because the house always cleans up.” I
grabbed his hand, halting the damage he was doing to his cut. “Let me put some
antibiotic on that.”
Frankie rolled her eyes. “You should see the other guys.”
I didn’t know they’d been in a fight. I looked Frankie up
and down, but I didn’t see a sign of injury. “What happened?”
“As our client feared, thieves attempted to steal the item
while we were in transit. They were highly organized and skilled fighters. Six
of them hit us while we were loading. Five of them are in the hospital.” With
her trademark smile, she glided down the hall and disappeared around the
corner.
I led Dean to his office where I knew he kept first-aid
supplies. “What happened to the sixth person?”
“He gave up fighting after Frankie introduced his balls to
his spine. I’ve never heard a human being make a sound that high in pitch.” He
chuckled and sat on the guest chair facing the other side of his desk while I
retrieved the first-aid kit from a shelf.
That’s when I noticed his new safe. It was beautiful, a
plain, metallic gray strongbox that sat next to another safe. That one, which
always sat out on his shelf, was a work of hand-crafted art. However, the new
one caught my interest, and I breathed an exclamation. “Oh, Dean.”
“You’re sympathizing with the bad guys?” A note of
incredulity crept into his voice, though he mostly sounded like he was teasing.
Though I’d grown up being one of the bad guys, I knew he
didn’t honestly believe that I’d sympathize with his adversary. No, I was
enthralled with his new safe. It was a Vault, a special edition safe from Vault
and Security. They made between ten and fifty of a single design, each with a
continuous weld and 6-gauge steel. I’d heard rumors that the locking bolts
extended four inches into the frame, and that it contained a secondary set of
locking bolts in the body of the safe that extended and twisted to form an even
stronger bond. In order to get into that safe without knowing the combination,
a thief would have to be a fucking awesome safe cracker, which I was, or they’d
have to use an explosive to open it. A pry bar, ax, or sledgehammer wouldn’t
work. The idea of getting into that thing made me wet. “I think I’m in love.”
Pre-Order/Buy Links
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2 comments:
Sounds amazing. I can imagine wanting to run when things go wrong. It's my go to strategy! I wish you all the best!
Thanks, Melissa!
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